Let’s Be Trees

Like the snow laden branches of the white pines rooted in my mom’s property, I’ve felt worry, doubt, unacted hope—many snowflakes—overwhelm me to a drooped stupor. For several seasons, I lived through the snow and waited for glimpses of sun. I shaded the deeper parts of myself, so those snowflakes remained while I thought IContinue reading “Let’s Be Trees”

Amanda Gorman

This beautiful woman of 22 years wrote and read a poem that is going to stand with our American poet mentors and laureates. In honor of Amanda Gorman, I’m sharing her poem “The Hill We Climb.” Personally, I think many poets would agree, listening to a poet speak their poem is immensely different than readingContinue reading “Amanda Gorman”

Connections, Compromises, and Concord

Writers keep history, shape cultures, and evoke empathy. Some of those writers try to focus on releasing tension from their reality more than earning compensation for their words. Some elite writers share their ideas of history, culture, and empathy while receiving livable wages, yet I’m proud of all the writers. I’ve had success these fewContinue reading “Connections, Compromises, and Concord”

Creativity’s Nontraditional Path

There’s uncertainty in how I want to live and how to do so. The uncertainty stems from the variety of perfectly sufficient ways to live a content and happy life. The decisions we must make to reach the outcome of satisfaction and happiness aren’t easily decided, accepted, or enforced, while life throws us curve ballsContinue reading “Creativity’s Nontraditional Path”

Tis the Season

The puppies had their first experience in accumulated snow. The first day it snowed, the snowflakes were light and still falling without accumulating on the ground. They barely reacted to it, which was a little disappointing. It was reliving in a way, though. They could deal with change. Never had they seen white flakes fallingContinue reading “Tis the Season”

Before It’s Too Late

The other day my husband and I watched the Netflix documentary, The Social Dilemma. It discusses how our phones and social media are addictive, and how we all see alternate realities online. When we finished watching, my husband said, “They should play that every year in schools.” I agreed. Since graduating college, I’ve learned thatContinue reading “Before It’s Too Late”

What if

The puppies whined and pounced at me as my alarm went off Saturday morning. After snoozing it five times, I finally obeyed their wishes to feed them. We were alone (like usual as of late). If anyone didn’t know, every weekend after Thanksgiving marks the first weekend of rifle season for deer. My husband wasContinue reading “What if”

There is a Time

I watched The Andy Griffith Show with my husband during our junior year of college. I remember sitting in my grandmother’s living room, and this show would come on that old TV, making it seem older than it was because the show was black and white in the early seasons. Anything that makes me nostalgicContinue reading “There is a Time”

Thanksgiving

In the age of TikTok, social problems that we used to only hear about in classrooms are entering our daily feeds. Thanksgiving has been a controversial holiday for me over the last few years. In elementary school, I remember learning about the pilgrims. I’m sure the Native Americans were squeaked in there somewhere. Thanksgiving, Valentine’sContinue reading “Thanksgiving”

Fester Factor

Sometimes I feel at war with myself, but I know that’s not how I should feel. War within the self is a confusing paradox. It has to be civil war since it’s all within the same body, but it seems impossible to be at a war with oneself when you can’t live with an uncrossableContinue reading “Fester Factor”